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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Thursday Thoughts...

“Joy comes Not to the sound of beaten drums But swift on silent wings She comes in little things A laugh or look maybe Or else perhaps a treeOr scarlet poppy flowerFlaming in a drowsy hour. Who can foretell or know When Joy will come—or go?” W H Auden
It's the little things and it's the little moments that make a life; and where joy can be found, waiting patiently if we care to stop to spend the time to glance in its direction.

I have a favourite motto to "celebrate the moments' - life is unsure, it is uncertain, events intervene, health issues arise, and demands take us from those we love and the things we need to do. So sometimes we won't be able to do what we want to do to mark a special occasion; we might not be able to be with somebody at an important time. Instead, we try to celebrate the moments that we are together; to stop and reflect and take stock that life and the everyday is worth celebrating.

Use your best china; drink out of fine wine glasses and sleep in if you want I say!

I stopped this afternoon before heading off to help Barry pick coffee, and spent a few stolen minutes just watching a superb fairy wren dart this way and that. They are the most beautiful of creatures and so quick; fragile and delightful, and not often seen on our block. Joy was there just waiting for me to have a look...

16 comments:

I do so agree - one of the ways that I used to help me through a difficult time which was exhausting me emotionally and mentally was to stop when I could to watch a bird, to examine a leaf, to stare at raindrops on twigs, ... life enhancing essentials.

Thanks Olga - taking those moments out just stop and be with the wonder of the smallest things, is healing I am sure. So good for the soul and the spirit - it renews me I know, and helps me keep perspective when things are tough. Go well.

Yes, wrens here in Britain are small brown birds; with massive voices! I'm amazed to see one with such vivid colour. You're about to make the leap into spring, here we're celebrating the autumn equinox, and are moving towards winter. I'll be keeping an eye out for my tiny wrens, and listening out for their rattling calls. Hoping they survive the winter, and I'll be putting out food for them to help as best I can.

Winter must hard on wrens and wee birds over there...I hope yours make it thru and return in full voice next Spring. Our jenny wrens are brown as well whilst the boys are very attention seekingly coloured! Gow ell.